Tag: morphine

If you’re reading this, it means I made it and am clicking the morphine button like mad, possibly barfing my brains out and can’t really move, let alone type. I’m gonna be golden in a day or two (or five) and my best friend Christine is posting this for me.

Even if I haven’t had a chance to respond, I’ve seen and read every call, text, email and comment. You’ve surprised me, helped me and lifted me up. “Love actually IS all around.” I couldn’t be more blessed.

I’ll be recovering on Long Island for the foreseeable future. Until next time…

[OUTAKES FROM ALL OF MY GOLDEN GIRLS — THEY ARE THE REASON I I LIVE]

Be like Freddie Mercury opening night in Montreal

Be like Bret Michaels on the Rock of Love bus

Be like 50 Cent without his bulletproof vest

Go in there like when T-Rex was the king of the dinosaurs

Go in there like when BIG was the king of rap

Go in there like when Billy Joel when he made Uptown Girl

Go in there like when Julia Roberts went back to Rodeo drive after those bitches dissed her (#winner)

Go in there like Jeremy Lin on the Knicks in 2012

Be like Enimem at the end of 8 mile

Go in there like Matt Damon in Good Will Hunting when he “got her numba… how do you like them apples” (those pretentious, preppy Harvard punks)